I have submitted a story called, Wait For Me, which tells of paranormal things that happened while living in a house my parents bought in Orange,Texas. I want to add more events that took place in that house… that house is creepy. I wish I could get back there and take some psychic with me or something. These things were not as open as they are today with all the psychics and paranormal investigators that are available.
Just a brief summary of what took place before. My dad retired from the Army and bought a house in Orange, Texas, being closer to Louisiana where he began working, flying helicopters to oil rigs off shore, working 7 days on and 7 days off. My mother was a functioning alcoholic. We, her five children, were her life. Her marriage to my dad had been pretty much over for years but they stayed together for us. I would watch her as she sat at the table late at night while everyone else was asleep. I would be lying on the couch and she thought I’d be sleeping. But I watched her loneliness as she would eat something for the first time all day and have her can of beer beside her. She was sick. She had cirrhosis of the liver but it was not known at this time. You could just see that she was not healthy. I would become so sad knowing that one day she would be gone and how much I was going to miss her. She was my best friend.
I was there after moving from Florida after hearing that she had a stroke. I was married at the age of 15 and left home before they moved to Orange. So this was my first trip to their new home. They had been there for two years. Her stroke did not leave her incapacitated or anything, thank God, but I look back now and see how the family began falling apart even more so after they moved into that house.
My siblings and I, all except my youngest sister, Cathy, partied pretty hard and there was a lot of fighting that took place. I lived across town from them when I got the news from my oldest brother that my mom was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver and was given three years to live. I was devastated! My brother, Jim, was different. He had many issues growing up. He has an IQ close to that of a genius and growing up always felt different than others which caused him to become very anti-social. My mother was the only one who really understood and accepted everything about him. For him, losing her would be too devastating so he did everything he could to save her life. He searched out for God, which we never were told about. Never went to church. I asked my mom one time who God was and she told me, “Anything you want Him to be”.
The next thing I knew, the Mormons were coming over to my mom’s house and both of my brothers had given up partying, even smoking cigarettes in an effort to save her life. But every time she would come home from the hospital, released because she was doing better, she would become deathly sick, even having to be carried by my brother into the emergency room. I’m talking just two days after getting home.
Three years turned to three months and she was dead. Devastation smothered us all. We came home from the hospital that last day and I cried myself to sleep, waking up to my grandmother wailing, her first sign of any emotion since we left the hospital. I ran into my mother’s bathroom, freaking out, not wanting to hear the scream of a suffering mother who just lost her daughter. All of the sudden all of the lights went out in the house and then came back on. Believe me, it was significant. We all felt “it”.
My husband and I ended up having to move into the house with my dad and siblings due to my wrecking the truck my husband needed to work out of so he was out of a job for awhile. After moving in, I began having these experiences of fear in certain rooms. The room at the very back of the house, down the hall to the left, right across from my mom and dad’s room, terrified me. My oldest brother, who was the “crazy” one in the family, lived in that room. He became very withdrawn and whenever he did come out of his room he was totally out of it and would sometimes just follow me around, standing or sitting beside me, breathing hard, not saying a word. I’d get up and he’d follow. I would end up locked in the bathroom until he would withdraw back into his room, turning the volume up to his music which would still blast through the hall.
My son, Kenny, who was only three at the time, came up to me one night and said, “Uncle Jim (my brother) has his mask on. He is going to kill me and he is going to kill you and he is going to kill grandpa and Patricia”, (my younger sister). I grabbed Kenny up and locked us into my sister’s room and told him to be very quiet, so terrified by what my three year old son was saying. Three year olds don’t say things like that. They cannot even imagine things like that! Although we never went to church, I always believed there was a God and I prayed to Him until we fell asleep. No one was killed. Thank God.
I would sleep on the couch and would hear my mother’s foot steps, her wearing her slippers, coming down the hall. It was a sound that became a norm in the home while she was alive. You know… those sounds that you just expect to hear because you hear them everyday. But, knowing she was dead made that sound not quite as welcome. But a sadness would engulf me, loving my mother, not understanding why she was still waiting. Trapped? Lost? Thoughts that were not comforting to the soul.
So, I’m sitting in the living room one day, alone. My husband and I had separated after we moved into that house. It was over and there was no remorse on my side… except for my mother’s last wish which was for me to make my marriage work. Anyway, I’m watching TV and I hear my mother’s footsteps coming down the hall, just faintly, when all the sudden the channels start flipping up and down, ending on a snowy channel. This was one of those TV’s that had the metal tabs that you touched and the channels would change. The channel was shown beside each button by digital illumination and so I was watching as the numbers were going down the way and then back up. I got up and had that eerie feeling that made the hairs on my body stand up and my heart rate speed up just a bit faster. Changing the channel, I went to sit back down but before I did I opened the back door that lead into the garage which had no garage doors so I felt it was a good escape should I need one. I sat down and right about the time that the footsteps began again, only this time a little louder, maybe because “she” was closer, the channels began flipping up and down. I was out that door and by the time I hit the road that ran east and west in front of the house, I felt/heard my mom say, “Don’t leave me here alone”, and that sadness that just over floods you came over me and I said, (aloud even), “Okay but I’m not coming inside”, and I went and sat on the steps leading in that door from the garage until my sister came home from school.
My dad was not a believer of anything paranormal until after my mom had died. That’s when he began asking me questions regarding my belief, if I believed, in life after death and sharing some experiences he was having, which made me very uncomfortable and I did not want to hear about it, talk about it, nothing. Too many things were changing and now my dad was speaking of things that he so strongly opposed at one time.
My sister and I would put our make up on in what we called the stereo room. I guess it would be an extra living room or what they call a great room. The mirror we used was my mom’s and we had it sitting on the window sill, leaning on the window. One day my dad is calling for me and my sister and there was urgency in his voice. He was in the “stereo room”, standing in front of that mirror pointing to something on it and asking, “Did any of you put that here?” We get close enough to see what he is talking about and it is an image of a face that looked like my mom. We shook our heads no and he demands that we do not touch it… which again was weird for my dad to be acting that way. That image stayed in the mirror for maybe about a month and then just faded away. My dad had even ran his finger over it to see if it would smudge as if it were make up or something. That’s kind of what it looked like but in the form of my mother’s face.
At some time, my dad called for a bug exterminator to spray the house. I was the only one home when he got there so I walked out into the garage to throw darts. A few minutes after I started throwing the darts, the dart board hanging on the garage wall, the door opened and that man poked his head out of the door. He looked totally freaked out and then relieved and said, “Oh, that’s you”… I wonder to this day why the sound of the darts spooked him so bad. I mean, I understand that he probably heard the sound of the darts and did not know what they were but to look so freaked out, there was something that spooked him to the point of being afraid when he heard those sounds.
One night while sleeping on the couch I began having a dream about my sister who was sleeping in that room that night. I dreamed that my son came and told me that a monster was after aunt Patricia and he wanted me to go help her. I ran into that room to get her and this force grabbed hold of my legs and pull me down. I grabbed my son and struggled to crawl with his arm in one of my hands and each time I pulled myself forward with my elbows I was able to push him closer to the door until I pushed him out. I was being pulled back into the dark room when I woke up, totally freaked out and ran back to the room, waking my sister up and telling her to get out of there. She jumped up which was unusual because it is like waking the dead when trying to get her up. She grabbed her pillow and said, “Thank God you woke me up because I was having a nightmare that something was trying to get me in that room.”
After my dad was killed in the car wreck, I went to Orange, visiting some friends and that night I drove to the house and parked in the driveway. I was crying, grieving the loss of what seemed to be everything when all of the sudden I felt like someone was watching me from the “stereo room”. I looked into the dark windows and the fear became so great like there was nothing but evil peering at me from behind the shadows and if I didn’t get out of there like right then I was going to see something that would probably lead to the death of me just from the fear. I took off and never went back.
Everyone in that house went a little loony after my mother’s death. Everyone fell apart. Even the neighbors next door suffered the death of their son by suicide. My brother who was next to the oldest committed suicide himself.
I would really like to have that house checked. It’s been since 1984 since any of us last lived there. But, I can bet that whoever moved in and whoever is there now, unless someone has had it “cleansed”, has and is experiencing paranormal activity that includes demonic entities.
It was after the death of my mother and in that house that I began experiencing what I am finding out to be called sleep paralysis. That describes the feeling but what it really is, I believe, is the spirit using all of our energy to absorb into itself, leaving us helpless and captive to it. And, it cannot take over until we are in a very vulnerable and weak state which is right between being awake and falling to sleep. But, I have also experienced the same feeling/paralysis, becoming terrified but then being “told” to “Let go of the fear”, and having a visitation from who I believe to be an angel of the Lord. The experience left me with an assurance and a peace that God will never leave us nor forsake us. It is an experience that happened in 1991 and to this day, reassures me when doubt seems to enter in. But, as far as the process that you go through when a demonic entity seems to take over all your strength and leaves you disabled, the same process takes place when a Heavenly Spirit visits us too. But the Heavenly Spirit will lead you into peace and acceptance, allowing Him to come in. Although I have to admit that the experience lasted for about 45 minutes and I would have to continue being reassured because it is so not the normal experience of life that it still kind of freaks you out. But I did not want that experience to end. The mission was accomplished though because on the night that that happened, I was a baby Christian and I really felt that God had left me and I told Him that I was never going to trust Him again… Well, He let me know that He never did and I will never NOT trust Him.
Written by Anna Bales, Copyright 2009
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in my opinion there were 2 spirits inm that house. one is the demonic entity which probably was the cause that everytime your mother came home she became sick. that entity probably bither your mother & drain her energy. the other one is your mother. after she was dead.
i don’t unsderstand how she knew when she was going to die? in your first story “wait foor me” you said that she knew she would dier when your sister was 11 yrs old. how she knnew that??
I agree with mellisa, that there must be 2 spirits. . One with evil intentions . . . . Which can be the cause of your mother’s death. . . N also appeared as murderer to ur son . .
how sad and i feel for you. please don’t go back to that house! you have your faith and keep it going. you made it out of there with your sanity intact just go on and don’t look back.
I think your mom and your son are sensitive. OMG! maybe an angel apeared to your mom ant told her when she was going to die.well thats my opinion.
take care!
Thanks for your responses. About my mom knowing how she was going to die…I haven’t a clue but what it did was make me feel totally responsible for her misery in life and her death. Why a mother would tell her daughter that at any time but even more odd at such a young age, is beyond me. I feel that there was always a demonic presence in our family. Too many tragedies have occured. I agree that I shouldn’t go back to that house. I really almost feel a sense of being called back there. Not a good sense. But I would like someone to go investigate that house. If I knew then what I know now…That place would not be known as well to me as it is!!!
Maybe your brother was into some kind of satanic worship?
this a spooky story. think about it was it your mother trying to protect you from the evil spirit. your mother could have been the second ghost trying to warn u of this spirit through you son and that dream.
I really think my mom died a lost spirit. I always felt that she was trapped in that house and now I’m wondering if it wasn’t by the demonic spirit(s) that controlled her to her death while living in that place. Looking back, I believe my brother, who was already messed up when they moved there, was an easy target for demon possession. The sadness that I felt in that house, I knew in my heart was her. The fear that I felt was from evil spirits. But it is something that I didn’t sit and take time to try and figure out. It was when my brothers and my ex(then) and I moved away and about 4 months later my dad locked up the house and was using his vacation to come to Oklahoma where his mother lived (also the state that we moved to), and was killed in a freak accident when a truck driver fell asleep behind him doing 80 mph, my dad 55 mph, about 2 hours before reaching his destination and finding my mother’s ashes in her urn under the passenger seat which was missed the first time we cleaned the small pick up. My youngest sister in ICU asked us if we “got mom’s ashes”. I’ve always believed that my mom was stuck there, waiting for my dad, who started saying things like, he was going to die soon and so on and that my brother was possessed. There were some very strong forces there but we were so messed up that we were easily controlled. A lot of violence took place there also.
How is your son doing now? Does he remember any of this? and How are You doing dear? You have been thru a lot..but Thank goodness for your son to keep you sane…Take care hun…GodBless U.
You know. This took place years ago. We all seemed to go a little insane while there and then my mom died and we all seemed to fall apart and away. My dad was killed a few years after her death. My brother killed himself in 2000. Not my oldest but the one under him. The neighbor kid who used to come over at times killed himself. My oldest brother and I went to prison. My younger sister went to prison and is still in. My oldest brother got out and was doing great for awhile, falling in love with a woman who eventually lost the battle to diabetes, dying only a couple of years ago in 2007, my brother breaking down mentally/emotionally, fighting to save her life just like he did my mother’s to the point of a breakdown and still losing the battle.
My husband had a heart attack in 2003 and a stroke on top of it which has left him disabled and I have been working full time since and even before then but had given my life back to the Lord in 2005 which since then we have bought a new home and he takes care of the house and our teenaged daughter while I work. My son? He is not doing well. Struggling hard and is suicidal. I had another son after him and he also is struggling in life. It seems like I have taken on my mother’s spirit and have become the strength for the family. I took care of my brother’s wife for 8 months before she died due to his mental condition , while watching over him and taking care of him up until just recently as he finally began healing. I am supporting my sister in prison and have a place for her to come home to when she gets out. I became angry with my parents feeling as though they left us kids here to deal with the consequences of their actions, leaving us with no coping skills and each having to learn life in the hardest ways possible. For this we are stronger people but one did not survive and I almost lost another. I have broken the curse on this family and sit and wait in faith for the breakthrough to come our way. We are exhausted but still going forth.
My son does not remember those days. Sometimes I wonder if there was some force already infecting our family and when we moved into that house the forces there were able to feed off of us and become stronger as they drew from us the energy we did not know how to protect and did not understand we were under attack. After the death of my dad and having settled in Oklahoma, I remember being at home one night, in my recliner. I was only 23 years old. Right before I went to prison. My brother and youngest sister were about to take off but were worried about me because I was losing the energy to go forth with and I told them, “I feel so old”, and I literally felt as though my mother’s… heart ?…mind?…spirit?…entered into me and I knew that I’d be the source of strength for my family way back then. In the shape I was in, it is hard to understand how I could have even had a thought like that.. But it has come to pass and still is.
Thank you for your blessings! One thing that I have not wanted to put in here and did not know until after my mom died is that her blood line carried black magic and witch craft in it. I did come against it in my faith but not all of my siblings believe in the Christian Faith.
Wow; i love hearing about Ghost stories. I just think it’s totally amazing how people think that the one’s whom died are gone forever; and for non-believers; don’t worry..
I know. I am fascinated by the paranormal. I believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that life after the body dies continues on in it’s original form. Spirit. I honestly believe that Lucifer, aka, Satan, fell from above and had many followers, deceived by his magnificent beauty and talent, who were also God’s children who fell from grace. I do not believe that God created man and then judged him to hell because he couldn’t help but sin. I believe that Lucifer took many with him and that God created life so that He could gather His children (us) back to him. Each fetus is possessed by a fallen spirit and it is through this body that God can recognize His children and bring them back home. You can tell that there are some people whose souls are just as black as black can be and they are nothing but evil. But those of us who can claim Christ as Lord is reunited with our Father.So this life with these bodies is the temporary image that ought to be deemed as less real than the paranormal events in life. Of course, this is my personal belief which I am sharing, not pushing, so please be nice! I just cannot believe that God created us and would send us to hell for sinning after saying that he realized that we could not live by the law. I can believe that God, my Father, is here to save me and take me back home. and our lives is the cause for the war that is going on between Heaven and Earth.
Hi. I’m only about an hour and 45 minutes away from Orange. I would really like to know where this place is so if you could email me the address that would be wonderful.
It has been so long ago but I know how to get there. It is in Little Cyprus. There is a high school right there on ( I believe) it is hwy 87 like you’re going to Mauriceville from Orange. Right across the street from the Little Cyprus High School is a housing addition. So if you are heading towards Mauriceville from Orange the addition will be on the right side/school on left. Turn down that street until you come to a T and then take a right. It will be the 2nd or 3rd house on the left. There used to be a little shed like where the water pump was housed in. The carport was on the left hand side of the house. The window just right of the carport was to what we called the stereo room. After my mom and dad’s deaths, I drove up and parked in the driveway. It was dark and the house was empty. No one had lived there for a little less than a year. I was crying with my head down but I felt like someone was watching me. I looked at that window and the hairs stood up on my neck, arms, legs and my head! A fear that I can’t explain hit me so hard that I started my car up and just got the heck out of there. I have not been back. Anyway, the front door is in the middle of that room and the master bedroom. The room at the back of the house, opposite side of garage was the most evil of rooms. My brother lived in that room and I really believe he was possessed. No one felt comfortable in that room except for him. I just cannot say enough about the evil in that house. It wasn’t recognized as so evil due to our ignorance in the paranormal but even so, we knew there was something there. Like I said before, if I knew then what I know now, I would never have stayed alone in that house. I may not even have ever entered that house! I really believe that, unless someone has had that house cleansed, those demonic forces will still be there. I’d really like to know myself. I honestly believe that whatever is there took the lives of my mom and dad. My other brother committed suicide 9 years ago and I wouldn’t doubt if something had attached itself to him. The next door neighbor kid ended up killing himself also. Let me know if you get up there.
You ought to contact TAPS or something.
I’ve honestly thought about that…but, of course, that may not be such a welcome thing for the people who are living there. And then again, maybe it’s on my heart so much because the people living there (if any) need help. I have a sister who still lives close by. I think I might ask her to get some info on the house.
I hope you get some info on house .Keep us posted well check in.God Bless
I live 15 minutes from Orange Tx in Louisiana, and I have a brother that doesn’t live far from their in Orange, Next time i go visit i will go check the place out for you, and too I know how hard it is to lose your parents, i lost both my parents in a years time, God Bless
Anna, having lost both my parents also, I know how horribly hard it is. That sense of loss is always there in some way. I do believe that there could be evil in that house, but also, depression is hereditary, and that could be what caused your mother’s alcoholism, your brother’s suicide ect.
Is your son in any type of counseling? He really needs to be. There are paranormal things out there and also very treatable mental issues that are passed down in families. I just worry that in searching for reasons for all of this, it is so easy to blame evil forces so that we don’t have to accept that it could very possibly be mental issues passed down.
I only say this because of your family’s history.
I hope you and your entire family finds peace. God bless you all.
Hi Anna,
God bless you honey!!
My heart just aches for you.. for everything you had to go through while growing up and are still going through years later..
What you endured as a child.. the responsibility that was put on your young shoulders then.. and even now.. was something that no child should ever have to go through..
You are a very strong and courageous woman.. Your family is very lucky to have you and I hope they realize that and are very thankful for it..
And as for the house.. yes, I too believe it had alot to do with everything your family experienced..
Your so lucky that you had escaped it’s clutches when you did.. and were able to go on with your life.. I’m sorry about your oldest son honey..
We can only hope that our children choose the right path and make the right choices when their older.. and use some of our strength and wisdom that we try so hard to instill in them when their younger..
Please stay in touch and let us know how your doing.. and please take care!
Love, Mama’s chick
Thanks Jackie. And I am sorry for your loss also. It is hard. The thing about this is…now that I’ve opened up about it, I have spent a lot of time thinking about how I felt my mom’s spirit was stuck in that house. I know that there is an evil spirit (demonic) ruling that place. The day my dad was killed in the accident, he had taken my mom’s ashes with him (for some reason)…now I am worried that they may both be trapped in that house and maybe I need to go back. I’m thinking about contacting the people who are living there to find out if they are experiencing anything “odd”.
I can accept that also and appreciate it as well. Thank you for your support. I am a supporter of counseling myself, although I don’t seek enough of it…nor does my family. It is probably time.
Thank you. I have just mentioned that I am afraid that my dad’s death may have been due to his taking my mom’s ashes out of the house. I feel she “influenced” him to do so as he left for his trip up here for his vacation. Didn’t make it. I wonder if any demonic force that could have trapped her, stopped her from leaving and “captured” his spirit as well. Just a disturbing thought. I think I’ll take up that advice on counseling!
I appreciate all of your comments left to me. You all have really let me know that there is understanding out there. Thanks!
Sounds like a family history of mental disorder and u wanna blame it on demons
I can write about a lot of mental disorders that my family probably suffered from. From depression to bipolar disorder to substance abuse and so on. There is no blame here. I can explain everything that comes with the disorders but then there are those things that can only be catagorized into the paranormal. but thank you for your input.
Anna,
Please don’t let the ignorance of others affect you. There may be a multitude of things going on. Just make sure you are pro-active and try to free yourself of these “demons” in any way you can, whether it is counseling, or prayer or whatever. You have endured so much loss in your life, DON’T let this continue. Stay strong and know that there are a lot of people out there praying for you and your family.
Thanks DarStarr. You are right. It’s easy to let people get under your skin and I fight hard not to. Like I said before, I grew up in a violent atmosphere and used to fight all of the time myself until I woke up YEARS later and realized that fighting was nothing more than an attack on someone elses belief that differed from my own and how selfish an act it was to want to “beat” my belief into another person’s head which never did work. So what did I do when faced with opposition? Listened and leaned more about that other individual and respected his/her perceptions of things…OR…rolled my eyes and continued on with my life.
You have a warm spirit with a lot of compassion. Appreciate-cha!
may you continue your walk in faith i will pray for u.
Anna,
Thank you, you too have a warm, caring spirit! I just wish more people in the world did! It would be a much better place.
Warm wishes!!
hi anna, i love the theory u have about God and his ways of doing things i kind of have that same theory! i am so glad that you were able to find God and to be able to know that he is always with you through thick and thin waters. Your mommy is lucky cause as we speak she is with our heavenly FATHER right now and she gets to be with Christ as long as she wants!
Anna, I was born and raised in Orange, Texas. I haven’t lived there in 9 years, since I left for college, but my familiy still does. I would like to know where the house is, if you wouldn’t mind. Orange is a really old town and there are so many strange things that happens there. I’ve experienced a few.